Month: October 2018

Sending him to prison was the worst thing I could’ve done. It didn’t matter that he did the crime or that I wished he was dead. Perhaps I thought I’d have time to disappear before he got out or he’d cool off in jail and be anything but the horror he was.

But I was wrong. Three years came and went too fast, and now he’s anything but calm. Prison only gave him time to plan.

And while I anticipated his vengeance, I didn’t expect this.

He doesn’t want to make me hurt. He wants to make everything hurt.

DAMON

First thing’s first. Get rid of her daddy. He told them I forced her. He told them his little girl was a victim, but I was a kid, too, and she wanted it just as much as I did.

Step two… Give her, her sister, and her mother nowhere to run and no fuel to escape. The Ashby women are alone now and desperate for a knight in shining armor.

But that’s not what’s coming.

No, it’s time I listened to my father and took control of my future. It’s time I showed them all—my family, her family, my friends—that I will never change and that I have no other ambition than to be the nightmare of their lives.

Starting with her.

She’ll be so scared, she won’t even be safe in her own head by the time I’m done with her. And the best part is I won’t have to break into her home to do it.

Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into thirteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and Birthday Girl. Please look for Kill Switch (Devil’s Night #3), coming soon.

Review

Loved this book! It's a feel good romance, with a slow burn I wasn't expecting but truly enjoyed. It was amazing to see how their romance developed and Gray learning the reality about a relationship and what love really is. I hope to read more about this world and this great little city in the mountains.

SYNOPSIS

From USA Today bestselling author Caitlin Crews comes A True Cowboy Christmas, the first in a sensational
series debut about a cowboy, a farm girl, and the greatest gift of all. . .
Gray Everett has a heart of gold but that doesn’t mean he believes in the magic of Christmas. He’s got plenty else
to worry about this holiday season, what with keeping his cattle ranch in the family and out of the hands of hungry
real-estate investors looking to make a down-and-dirty deal. That, plus being a parent to his young and motherless
daughter, equals a man who will not rest until he achieves his mission. Now, all Gray needs is the help of his
lifelong neighbor. . .who happens to have grown into a lovely, spirited woman.
For Abby Douglas, the chance to join forces with Gray is nothing less than a Christmas miracle. Much as the down-
to-earth farmer’s daughter has tried to deny it, Abby’s been in love with stern, smoking-hot Gray her whole life. So
when Gray proposes a marriage of convenience as a way to combine land—and work together toward a common
cause—Abby can’t refuse. But how can she convince Gray that sometimes life offers a man a second chance for a
reason. . .and that their growing trust and mutual passion may be leading to true and lasting love?

Excerpt

“Why would you try to tell me that chemistry
doesn’t matter? Of course it does.”
“I’m not saying it doesn’t matter. But sheer stubborn-
ness matters more.” He heard the intensity in his voice, but
did nothing to temper it. “If people want to stay married,
they do. If they want that marriage to be a good one, they
work on it and make it that way. It’s not rocket science.
It doesn’t require your online profiles. You don’t need to
get matched on your smart phone. You make a commit-
ment to someone, then you keep it. It’s as simple and as
hard as that.”
He watched in fascination as her hands curled into fists
at her sides.
“I appreciate that you have experience being married,
and that gives you a platform to make sweeping state-
ments,” she said, her voice low, as if she was fighting back
her own intensity. “That’s great. But you’re missing that
I’m not interested in the state of marriage in a general
sense. I’m telling you I am not going to marry someone I
have no chemistry with. That has nothing to do with me
being stubborn, not stubborn, or insufficiently committed.
It’s actually all about the fact that I’m not staggering
around in a grief-induced daze, proposing marriage to
people I’ve never looked at twice before in my whole life.”
That should have annoyed him, because he wasn’t
dazed. Amos had been a mean, unhealthy old man. His
death hadn’t been a real surprise. Gray wasn’t sure he was
grieving him so much as the father Amos had never been,
and he knew he wasn’t crazy with it. But he couldn’t seem
to lose his grin, especially when he moved closer to her.
Because when he did, she lost that scowl. Her eyes went
wide, that cute flush brightened up her face again, and she
had to tip her head back to look at him. Not as much as
some of the other girls he’d dated had, as she’d pointed out.
Gray liked that too. He didn’t have to hunker over her.
She was . . . right there.
He had an urge and went with it. He reached over and
curled his fingers around her ponytail, then pulled them
gently along the length of it.
And figured the chemistry question was answered by
the way her breath went shuddery.
But he didn’t end it there.
“If I’m following all this,” he said, his drawl low. Thick.
“You don’t actually have any objections. You think we
maybe ought to date first. You’re worried we don’t have
chemistry. But at the end of the day, you’re not opposed to
the idea.”
“It’s crazy. And I’m worried that you’re crazy, in a clin-
ical sense.”
“If you agree to marry me, I’ll take you on a date or
two. If that’s what you want.” His hand was still tangled
in her hair, and he was close enough now that he could
catch her scent. Gray breathed deep. She smelled like
rosemary. And something that reminded him of the pies
she and her grandmother had brought over the day after
the funeral, warm and good. Right. “But we can settle the
other question right here.”
“What do you mean . . . ?”
Gray didn’t wait. He didn’t answer her question, half
stammered out with her hazel eyes so wide they looked
like summer gold.
He used his free hand to cup her cheek, flushed and
smooth beneath his palm. Then he bent—only a little,
which struck him as unexpectedly hot—to take her mouth
with his.
He felt her tremble. And there was something about the
way she melted into him as their lips touched, then brushed,
as if she was being pulled by some kind of magnetic force
he was half certain he could feel himself.
Gray had only meant to kiss her to make a point. The
way a gentleman might, not that he’d ever met too many
gentlemen out here where the mountains and the land were
the only things that mattered.
But Abby’s lips were soft and velvety beneath his. And
she made a tiny sound in the back of her throat that he
could feel like a flickering flame.
Before he knew it, Gray was angling his head to one
side and licking his way into her mouth.
As if he couldn’t help himself.
And everything got hot. Bright. Impossible.
This was Abby Douglas. Abby Douglas. There was
something deliciously wrong about it being Abby that
made it hotter, wilder.
It rolled in him and made a joke of him imagining he
was in control of any of this. Of her.
Of this sudden storm of sensation that would have taken
him off his feet, if that didn’t mean he would have had to
let go of her.
When the door slapped open, both of his hands were
sunk deep into her hair, and Abby was up on her toes,
pressed against him, her arms wrapped around his back.
It turned out Gray wasn’t going to have to worry about
easing his way into some or other form of eventual chem-
istry with the woman he already knew would make him a
good rancher’s wife. He was going to have to worry about
what the hell to do with all this chemistry—so much it was
like a lightning storm and he kept getting hit—with a
woman he’d never paid the slightest attention to until

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

USA Today-bestselling, RITA-nominated, and critically-acclaimed author Caitlin Crews has written more than
seventy-five books, including Frenemies, Princess from the Past, A Royal Without Rules, and Undone by the Sultan&#39;s
Touch. She&#39;s won fans with her romance, Harlequin Presents, women&#39;s fiction, chick lit, and work-for-hire young
adult novels, many of which she writes as Megan Crane (including the dystopian Viking romance Edge series).
These days her focus is on contemporary romance in all its forms, from small town heat to international glamour,
cowboys to bikers to military men and beyond. She&#39;s taught creative writing classes in places like UCLA Extension&#39;s
prestigious Writers&#39; Program, gives assorted workshops on occasion, and attempts to make use of the MA and PhD
in English Literature she received from the University of York in York, England. She currently lives in the Pacific
Northwest with a husband who draws comics and animation storyboards, and their menagerie of ridiculous
animals.

Rough, untamed, and
recently escaped from the psych ward at Tucker Prison. They say we’re
dangerous—that we’re a couple of animals. That we’re unhinged, deranged
maniacs.

…They ain’t wrong.

Tonight, we’re on
the run, and on the prowl. And when we tumble upon the “date” auction at the
local college sorority and see her up on that auction stage?
Well, we know we’ve found our prize.

She’s far too
innocent for two big, hardened, beasts like us. But, that
ain’t gonna stop us. Nothing will. There’ll be no shaking us once we’ve caught
a scent of her, no holding us back once we’ve gotten a peek of those sweet
curves and honeyed lips.

She’s never been
touched. We’ve gone far too long without. And tonight, little
red is about to meettwo big bad wolves out in the woods.

Two big mouths, the
better to eat her with. Four big hands, the better to hold her
tight between us with. Two big…well, let’s just say the better to claim her
with.

Something wicked her
way comes. Two somethings, actually. And tonight, sweet little Candy is about
to find two things that go bump in the night…

Grab some candy,
hunker down, and get ready to pull the blankets up to your eyes! If you’re
looking for hot, wild, a little scary, and fun, with a big ‘ole helping of
wrong, you’re in the right place! This book contains themes that may be
triggering to some readers. But, if you’re brave enough to get through it, I
promise there’ll be a treat for you at the end ;).

This mfm romance
is all about her – no m/m. As with all my books, this standalone novella has no
cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

Ella Frank is the USA Today Bestselling author of the Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite contemporary romance, Sex Addict. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”

Rough, untamed, and
recently escaped from the psych ward at Tucker Prison. They say we’re
dangerous—that we’re a couple of animals. That we’re unhinged, deranged
maniacs.

…They ain’t wrong.

Tonight, we’re on
the run, and on the prowl. And when we tumble upon the “date” auction at the
local college sorority and see her up on that auction stage?
Well, we know we’ve found our prize.

She’s far too
innocent for two big, hardened, beasts like us. But, that
ain’t gonna stop us. Nothing will. There’ll be no shaking us once we’ve caught
a scent of her, no holding us back once we’ve gotten a peek of those sweet
curves and honeyed lips.

She’s never been
touched. We’ve gone far too long without. And tonight, little
red is about to meettwo big bad wolves out in the woods.

Two big mouths, the
better to eat her with. Four big hands, the better to hold her
tight between us with. Two big…well, let’s just say the better to claim her
with.

Something wicked her
way comes. Two somethings, actually. And tonight, sweet little Candy is about
to find two things that go bump in the night…

Grab some candy,
hunker down, and get ready to pull the blankets up to your eyes! If you’re
looking for hot, wild, a little scary, and fun, with a big ‘ole helping of
wrong, you’re in the right place! This book contains themes that may be
triggering to some readers. But, if you’re brave enough to get through it, I
promise there’ll be a treat for you at the end ;).

This mfm romance
is all about her – no m/m. As with all my books, this standalone novella has no
cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is
the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife
behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the
outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right
beneath the surface!

Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

Resenha

Review

So good!! It was amazing being again in this world and Jax/John book was everything I was hoping and so much more!

A book about romance, sure, but more than that, a book about depression. About not feeling you can keep going, and about how it’s important to talk about it.

It was a delicious slow burn and my kindle almost got fire, so hot it is!

Stella is a great heroine and loved her with John.

I sure recommend it!

The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways.

In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip.

Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands.

Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor.

An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room.

Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun.

Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything.

The air between us shifts. I’m filled with a strange giddiness, wanting to laugh for the fun of it, but I’m also too warm, my limbs oddly heavy as if simple movements might be too much for me.

His tone turns soft and cajoling, teasing the truth out of me. “Are you going to tell me what you do?” When I say nothing, the corners of his eyes crinkle. “I see. You’re going to torture me a bit.”

The warm, fuzzy feeling grows as I shrug. “Torture feels apropos in this scenario.”

He hums again, taking another step toward me. “What makes you think I won’t like being tortured by you?”

The heat of his body and the scent of his skin makes my head light and my pulse pound. How did it get to this point where the highlight of my day is flirting with Jax Blackwood? Despite the thrill, I know I’m in over my head. I haven’t gone out on a date in months because I form attachments, I get emotional, and then I hurt when they inevitably leave. And this man will leave. He is as bright and fleeting as a camera flash. I’ll be left with the image of him seared into my memory and nothing more.

I tell myself all of this, the voice in my head as stern as possible. But it doesn’t make me back away. It doesn’t stop my body from somehow straining toward his without even moving. Because it might be stupid of me, but I want to feel something that isn’t planned. Something, for however briefly, that’s real.

He’s too attuned to me not to notice. John’s lids lower as his attention slides down my body before easing back up to my face. Slowly, he rests his forearm on the wall beside my head. “Tell me, Stella,” he murmurs.

“No,” I whisper back, flirting, even though I shouldn’t.

His biceps bunch as he leans in, a smile dancing on his lips. “Tell.”

My breasts graze his chest, and I feel it in my toes.

“You’re crowding me.” I hate how breathy I sound.

“Can’t help it.” His voice is a rumble, the heat of his breath playing over my skin. He ducks his head, drawing close until our lips nearly brush, and when he speaks again, his tone is almost conversational, except for the husky quality that touches deep within my core. “You smell like strawberries. Fucking delicious.”

My lids flutter, and I swallow hard. “Ordinarily, I’d call you out on that cliché but since I’ve been eating strawberries, you aren’t exactly wrong.”

His chuckle is slow and easy, as he eases back and his gaze slowly travels over my face. “Were they sweet, Stella Button?”

He’s looking at my mouth like he might try to find out. My lips tremble in response, and John tracks the movement, his breathing getting deeper, faster. “You have two freckles on your lips. One on the top lip and one on the bottom corner.”

Those damn freckles. They were the bane of my adolescence. I hid them with lipstick and silently cursed whenever someone mentioned them.

Freckles don’t have any feelings, but I swear it’s as if he’s touching them.

“You’re just noticing this?” I try to make it sound like a joke, but it comes out weak and thready.

His own lips quirk. “Oh, I noticed. It’s distracting as hell. They’re like two little dots of butter toffee. Makes me want to lick them, get a taste.”

Oh, God. Lick them, please. I can almost feel it. I want to feel it.

No. Bad Stella. Behave.

John’s lips part a fraction like he just might take that taste.

“Back off,” I whisper. And yet somehow my traitorous hands find their way to his sides, running over the waistband of his jeans, holding him there.

John makes a sound deep in his throat and tilts his hips, pressing them against mine. A distinctly thick bulge nudges my belly. Both of us lose a breath, and then he’s closer, his cheek touching my temple. “You’ll have to let me go first.”

My thumbs slide under the edge of his shirt and find smooth, taut skin. A tremor goes through his body. I try to think, search for what the hell we’ve been talking about.

His lips brush the crest of my cheek as he murmurs against my skin. “Tell me what you do, Stella. You know you want to.”

My smile feels illicit. Somehow the action is directly tied to all my happy parts, making them draw hot and tight. “I don’t think I do.”

Another hum. “Liar. You’re dying to.”

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip.

Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands.

Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor.

An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room.

Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun.

Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything.

His chin tips in a pugnacious angle. “It’s my name. John is … me. Jax is who I am onstage.”

I picture him performing, all electric energy and raw passion and sheer talent. It’s a sight to behold. Hell, a couple of really hot fantasies have been induced by that sight.

While I’m lost in a teen fantasy, his eyes dart around like he’s expecting someone to pop out from behind a snow mound and take his picture. Then his gaze snags on me. My expression must be slightly punch drunk, because his entire body leans away from mine. Not exactly flattering to realize he’s afraid I’ll try to lick his face or something.

His expression lightens a little. “I think if you grabbed my junk, I’d be the one squealing.”

“True. I have surprisingly strong hands.” When he stares at me in horror, I hold them up and wiggle my fingers. “Yoga. It’s highly effective.”

“My balls just flinched in terror.”

“Consider yourself warned.”

He snorts but then glances at our building. “You really live here?”

“Do you really think I hunted you down?”

John—because I can’t seem to think of him as Jax—runs his hand through his damp hair, which makes his biceps bunch and twitch. “Yeah … that does sound crazy.”

Crazy. This whole situation is. One day, I’m offered a four-month home in a dream condo, the next I’m standing on my stoop talking to a rock star. The biggest legend of my generation. I honestly don’t know how I’m not stammering right now.

“I can’t believe we’re neighbors,” I say without thinking.

His green eyes glint in the afternoon light, but he pauses and looks at me more closely. “You know, not to sound conceited here, but you’re kind of leering at me right now.”

My chin snaps up like I’ve been hit, even as my body flushes with embarrassment. Shit. I totally had been leering. No, not leering. But I had been staring at him in awe. Ugh. “Well, you do sound conceited. I was simply making polite eye contact.”

Liar McLiar-Face.

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

First I have to say this book surprised me. It took to a completely different way that I expect from the blurb, and it was a good thing. I love reading fantasy but I haven’t read a book with faes in a long time and loved it. The beginning was a little slow, but after the middle of the book it caught fire! Can’t wait to read the second one!

Synopsis:

Bestselling author Sloane Murphy presents the first book in a new paranormal Fae series, A Princess’s Duty.

Emilia Daarke has wanted to escape the Summer Court her entire life. She’s not brutal like the other Fae. She’s not savage. But they are.

When the boy she loves, Cade Vasara, Crowned Prince of the Winter Court, kills Emilia’s twin, they are torn apart and Emilia’s love for Cade dies just like her sibling did.

Years later, she has fallen in love with a Hunter – a forbidden love that goes against all that she has been taught. A man her father will never approve of. When her secret is outed, her father captures her Hunter and gives Emilia an ultimatum.

If she succeeds, she’ll lose the one she loves. But if she fails, he will die, and she will never be able to forgive herself…

About Sloane Murphy

My name is Sloane, but people call me a variety of names, particularly after they read my books. If you’ve read them, I’m sure you can use your imagination to work them out. I was born in England and have lived in small towns and cities ever since.

My husband, Chris, is the most supportive person in my life. Without his love, help and patience I wouldn’t be where I am today. Living my dreams, with him by my side and our crazy fur baby creating chaos.

At school I drifted through, achieving average grades. I fell into administration and sales jobs, thinking that I couldn’t really do anything else, despite always wanting more.

I’d been writing poetry and song lyrics since the age of about 11, but my love of reading has always been strong. In 2012, I got my first kindle and discovered the works of Samantha Young, Addison Moore, Amanda Hocking, Tijan, A.E Murphy and many many more.

In 2015 I stumbled into the indie world by accident. I emailed a certain indie author after falling head over heels for her books, and she became one of the best friends I will ever have. She’s a gladiator! But she pulled me in, and took me to my first book signing. She encouraged me to start my blog. She encouraged me to put my art out into the world, first with teasers & covers.

Then when I finally told her about my stories, she encouraged me to put them out there. Between her and the one I love the most – thank you, Lauren Rowe – (my twinnie, and my best friend) I found the confidence to put myself out there, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Resenha

4 Estrelas

Review

4 Stars

When I got this book, I never expected how emotional it would be! It was hot, for sure, but the emotional side and the character development was great. Seeing how the characters changed over time and all the adjustments to bring it from a couple to a threesome led us in a amazing journey. The only downside for me was that I didn’t know it was an spin-off and felt a little lost with all other characters in the beginning.

Title: Out of the Blue

Author: Lila Rose

Genre: Romance

Release Date: October 23, 2018

Blurb

At forty, Lan Davis is looking for his damned picket fence
and 2.5 kids. What he doesn’t expect is instead of a wife in the picture, his mind
keeps conjuring up images of two men. One, his partner in the force, who is as
straight as they came, the other an ex, who he’d hurt but never forgot.

After an incident leaves Lan injured, the two men rally
around him… only maybe they shouldn’t have. It seems a medicated Lan is a
truthful one.

Parker Wilding is pissed at the world. His anger builds when
his partner refuses medical care after an attack. Instead, Lan entrusts his
neighbour to take care of him—a guy Parker doesn’t trust. While he’s aware they
share a history, when the past is revealed, the truth shocks the hell out of
him.

Being emotionally crushed ten years ago, Easton Ravel hoped
he would never have to see the man who broke him again. Hope is a fickle
b*itch. And now he’s not sure how to handle being face-to-face with the man he
once loved. Add in the mix the annoying, testy Parker, and Easton finds his
limits are pushed.

Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the
Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country
Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was
spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young
age.

Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.

She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC:
Ballarat Charter series- Holding Out. Since then, she has published eleven
other titles, which range from erotica, humorous romance, YA and
paranormal.

The Billionaire Shifters Club is a 6-book series by Diana Seere, the paranormal pen name for two New York Times and USA Today bestselling romantic comedy authors. All six books (standalones *within* a series) are now exclusively available in Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited program.

Series Blurb

Welcome to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though.

It’s the hottest club in town.

The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.

All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.

Are you ready?

Good. Then let’s begin.

The Billionaire Shifters Club is a series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.

When Lilah Murphy started serving drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club,
she never expected she would be on the menu.

Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton had one taste of the new, curvy server
and his craving could never be satisfied until he had her fully. Completely.

Eternally.

Fate brought them together, but a centuries-old secret could tear them
apart, for the Stanton family holds a shifter legacy that no human has ever
threatened.

Until now.

Gavin Stanton is the billionaire CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also
a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient family with roots in the British
aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he feels the Beat—an irresistible
urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who inflames his passions like no
other—and he abandons everything he thought he knew in his need to claim her.

Lilah Murphy is broke and desperate. All she wants is a job to support
herself, her sister, and her ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get
involved with a rich, powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights
together and get her fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the
Beat. She hears him in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer
the ancient call is undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and
her own?

The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series
of hot (did we mention *hot*?) romances about the billionaire shifters and the
women they’re fated to love.

The sound of screeching rubber on asphalt drowned out the rest of her words. They both paused, expecting to hear cars colliding. Instead, there was eerie silence—and then the plaintive cry of a wounded animal.

A dog.

They both ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood lowlifes loitered on their grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a check-cashing place. And a bar. Actually, a lot of bars.

Smoky was the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered, given his bad luck to live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on the block, looking
happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging.

The limo might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs at a time, Lilah flew
down the stairwell to the stained security door and out the rusty gate to the
sidewalk.

The usual drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from talking to whoever was inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few feet from him and still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur.

Smoky.

Jess was right on her heels. “Oh, no.”

“We have to help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street, preparing to cross, her long hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth to make sure it was safe.

“Different guy,” Lilah said, although it wasn’t. She strode into the street just as the
driver of the limo was getting out. She couldn’t leave Smoky to die in the
street with those scumbags.

Then she saw the limo driver pull his arms back, hands on hips, revealing a
barely-concealed gun on a holster around his chest. The window in the back of
the limo remained up, and why shouldn’t it? Why would some rich dude want to
get dirty? Why would he care if he’d run over some poor homeless dog?

The tiny scar above Lilah’s left eyebrow began to throb. It jolted her, making the scene before her look shimmery. Unreal. She pressed her fingertips into the tiny
divot and hoped the throbbing would go away. The last thing she needed now was
a three-day blinding headache.

And she’d run out of her meds. No money.

“What’s wrong, Lilah?” Jess grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the middle of the street. She’d just frozen there, staring at the back windows of the limo.

Lilah could hear Smoky’s whimpering and the city traffic, but it all came as background noise through the throbbing in her head. It wasn’t quite pain. The pulsing felt like it pierced her brain, a second heartbeat she couldn’t quite follow.

Her vision was fine, and that meant it wasn’t a migraine. Then what was this?

And why did it worsen when her eyes flickered toward the back windows of the limo? “Let’s get Smoky,” Lilah said, though her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

Jess had an arm around her. “I’ll get him. You’re about to faint.”

“I’m fine.”
Lilah forced herself to move, shooting an icy glance at the neighborhood felon
before she squatted down to the car’s rear bumper.

“Lilah, you look really pale,” Jess insisted, frowning. She looked so much like their mom when she did that.

“Here, puppy,” Lilah cooed, reaching out a hand. She knew the biggest danger was if Smoky ran away again and hid where nobody could help him, so she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him as gently as she could out from under the car. Luckily, Smoky was a small thing, barely fifteen pounds, and she got him bundled up in her arms without having to drag him far.

He relaxed in her arms, his shivering more from fear than any injury. Thank goodness.

But as soon as she stood, the throbbing, pulsing pain returned. Her gaze was pulled to the back window of the limo, now open. To the man sitting in the shadows.

Him. Her head felt like someone had dropped a brick on it, her body filling with heat and lava.

It’s him.

What was the matter with her? She had to get Smoky inside. She didn’t know anyone who rode around in a limo, so why did she feel like she did?

Him.

It didn’t matter. She had to get closer. She had to see him.

Holding Smoky in her arms, Lilah took a step toward the limo, then another.

Jess snagged her elbow. “Lilah, no! You can’t! That driver has a gun—”

Lilah was beyond reason, the pounding turning into a word, a word that had no sound, no form, no sense.

Him.

Him.

Him.

That voice.
It pounded like a hammer forging steel. She continued to advance on the shining
black limo, barely noticing when the driver climbed inside and slammed the
door. She was fearless in her uncontrollable need to see that face, to know he
was real.

You’re
real.

Jess was at her heels. “Lilah, please—”

The limo peeled out, its tires screeching as it drove past her only an arm’s-length
away. Two bright blue eyes, glittering with otherworldly sharpness, met hers
through the open window. Gold highlights tickled his hair, a honey brown that
curved up at the neck, a little too long to be all business, with waves she
wanted to sink her fingers into. A strong jaw, set firmly, and those wild,
seductive eyes… oh.

Oh my.

And then the voice changed in an instant.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Title: The Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate

Series: Billionaire Shifters Club #2

Author: Diana Seere

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: October 11, 2016

Blurb

McDermott “Derry” Stanton is an old-money playboy who sleeps his way through
half the world, one willing woman at a time.

A bear shifter, he never hibernates alone. Sometimes even one woman isn’t enough.

But when this irresistible billionaire meets Jessica Murphy, everything changes. The man who views life as a female feast suddenly acquires more discerning tastes. The only woman who can satisfy him now…

Is Jessica Murphy. He must have her. Immediately. Frequently.

Jess, however, doesn’t want any man, least of all a spoiled playboy who’s about to
become her brother-in-law. A pre-med student with deep ambitions and a past
filled with painful rejection, she’s all business.

Too bad Derry Stanton is her business. A frequent customer at the Platinum Club where she waits tables, and now the best man to her maid of honor in her sister’s
wedding, the guy is everywhere.

And pretty soon, she finds herself everywhere, too.

In his arms, on his bed, between the sheets….

But sex is the last thing she needs.

Or it was until she meets Derry and starts hearing the Beat. And feeling a connection she’d never imagined, never dreamed, never hoped for.

A wildland firefighter–and mountain lion shifter–Edward is the youngest of the Stanton siblings, and hasn’t touched a woman in a decade, not since his late fiancee was killed in a violent tragedy.

But when he meets the sweet, adorable Molly Sloan, a friend of his new
sister-in-law, Lilah… his determination to remain celibate begins to unravel.

Something about Molly is irresistible. Something about her makes him forget the
past… and hear the Beat. But Edward will have to fight for her — forces are
gathering to use her in ways that might separate them forever.

A masquerade ball in Malibu led to a single night of passion under the stars… and
set the wheels of fate in motion.

Three years ago, waitress Kara Jablonski gave in to her wilder side with a fellow
weretiger, the rock star billionaire Lars Jensen, a sun-kissed blond drummer
with a viking’s build. Six weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive.

Knowing Lars’ powerful, overbearing mother would be able to take the baby away, Kara did what she had to do.

She hid him.

Now chance has brought Lars back into her life, his touch making her pulse beat like the old legends. So strong, so loud, so bold.

So right.

But can she trust him to want more than another night under the stars? Can she trust him to claim his son as his heir… and Kara as his mate?

Zach Hayden was an ordinary guy until an accident in Gavin Stanton’s research lab left him howling at the moon. Turned into a werewolf by the same serum he helped to create, biochemist Zach is now seven inches taller, has seventy pounds of new muscle, and, well — everything got bigger.

Sophia Stanton is a confident billionaire bear shifter who enjoys the finer things in
life — especially fine men. Unlike her older brother Gavin, she has no plans
to settle down with just one mate. Why limit yourself to a single taste when
you can have a little lick of everything?

Unconvinced that Zach has adjusted to his transformation, Sophia’s brothers confine Zach to their family compound in Montana, where Sophia offers to teach him how to manage his new powers—and libido.

But when Zach and Sophia both hear the Beat, an old shifter legend that guarantees they are made for each other, is falling in love their fate—or is it just wishful thinking?

When her powerful family questions his motives and powers, can Zach rise to the
occasion—

Asher Stanton has devoted his entire, long life to protecting the shifter world — but
he couldn’t save his own beloved human wife and child. Walling off his emotions
and turning his life into mission to consolidate power, he is ruthless,
determined — and most definitely never falling in love with another human
again.

Years later, a dark threat looms over the shifter world as Asher’s childhood friend,
Tomas Nagy, becomes into his worst enemy. With the future of the shifter world
in question, he must turn to a human scientist, the fiery, headstrong Dr.
Samantha Baird, to help him fight the forces of evil.

Too bad he can’t fight his attraction to her, an all-consuming urge that strips him of his well-honed restraint. A man accustomed to being in control at all times, Asher
finds himself unable to resist.

Her.

Fate has a funny way of showing up when least expected, and when an old prophesy predicts Asher and Samantha’s union, the family patriarch must accept the fact that he, and he alone, cannot protect her.

DIANA SEERE
was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only
time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In
truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling
authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun.